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Kamar De Los Reyes Dies: ‘One Life To Live’ & ‘Call Of Duty: Black Ops’ Actor Was 56

Veteran film, TV and voice actor Kamar de los Reyes, best known for his portrayal of Antonio Vega on the ABC soap opera, One Life to Live, a

We remember him as DS Caradine (Lopez' boss) in seasons 3 & 4. 😔

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First Blush: Sergeant Ryan Caradine x Reader (The Rookie) - NSFW

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Companion piece to All That Matters

You don’t make it to the bed once Caradine gets you inside, you don’t even make it to the couch. Your duffle bag falls to the floor with a thump as he kisses you the way he’d wanted to back when he saw you at the station.

It’s always like this in the beginning, raw, passionate, intense. The time apart is too much, the emotions he’s been repressing they crest inside of him like a restless sea, downing out everything else. You’re already shoving his blazer off his shoulders, it falls into heap at his feet along with the white t-shirt he was wearing and the military jacket. Your fingers thread through his hair, tugging it just a little as his mouth trails down along the curve of your throat. His hands are already drawing the tank top up and over your head, leaving you clad in a simple black sports bra.

That first blush of skin to skin contact, there’s nothing like it. The heat sears through Caradine’s synapses as your fingers toy with the buckle of his belt. You unzip his trousers, pushing them and his underwear down over his hips. His cock springs free and he moans into your mouth as you take in your hand, thumb smearing precum across the tip. You stroke him slowly, his breathing ragged as he fumbles with your jeans. You guide his dick to just the right place, your wetness smearing over the head. He enters you slowly, filling you inch by inch, until his hips are flush with yours. His gaze locks on yours, he begins to move in short, punctuated thrusts as his mouth covers yours. He chases your pleasure, his grizzled cheek brushing over your sensitive skin as his teeth graze that deviant little spot, just underneath the curve of your jaw.

 It doesn’t last long, the first time never does, you’re too needy and he’s too desperate. You take him with you when you come, your fingertips digging into his shoulders, his mouth covering yours as he drinks down your ecstasy like an opiate. He spills his release inside of you, fucking it deeper because he’s not ready to relinquish you just yet.

“It’s getting harder to let you go.” He tells you in the aftermath, his lips brushing over your hairline.

You’re tangled up together on the couch, limbs entwined as he cradles you close to his chest. The blanket from the back of the couch is draped across your naked forms as your fingertips trace over the messy scar just below his collarbone.

“I know.” You whisper as you bury your face into hollow of his throat. “This last time…”

You trail off and he holds you just a little bit tighter because he can see the evidence blossoming across your skin even under the dimmed lights. You can’t tell him just yet, there hasn’t been enough time to process it, it’ll be days before he hears the real story, it’ll come out in stops and starts while you’re in the midst of doing something mundane. Washing the dishes, folding the laundry, last time you’d been painting a cabinet.

“I’m going to take a step back.” You tell him. “Be a normal detective for a while.”

You’ve been doing undercover work for a while, long before he met you. The fact you want to take a step back speaks volumes. You’ve been talking about starting a family recently, having a child of your own. You can’t do that if your disappearing for weeks, sometimes months on end. That’s the agreement, if you want to bring a child into this world, he’s game but it has to be together, he can’t be a single father.

“Normal might be good.” He murmurs, tilting his head down to look at you. “Normal might be exactly what we need.”

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I have an ask for Ryan Caradine 🌼 The prompt is 7. And spite's as good a reason to take his power. Thank you so much.

Companion piece to Disinterest

All That Matters - Caradine doesn't expect to see you at the precinct.

First Blush (NSFW) - Caradine can't wait to get his hands on you

Ryan’s a spiteful fuck. He has no problem admitting that. If someone hurts his wife they’re going to pay for it, it’s a simple fact. When he’d seen the bruise on your face last night, he’d put it to one side. The same with the ones that line your ribs. He hadn’t wanted to ruin your homecoming. However he’s been around the block enough times to know that someone has hurt you. He hasn’t been able to stop thinking about it this morning, he’d caught a glimpse of the true extent of it in the shower and it’s been etched into his mind ever since.

You haven’t told him what happened, he can tell you’re still trying to process sit yourself. He knows it’ll manifest in the days to come but he’s desperate to know now because if he does it means he’ll know how best to help you.

He goes to the source, Sergeant Assam Gibbons.  The two of you have worked together for a long time, there’s no one else he’d trust to have your back.

“Stanford tried to assault her.” Gibbons tells him as they walk down the corridor to the interrogation room. “It’s why we had to terminate the op early.”

The thought of another man trying to force himself on you, it makes him want to break something. He thinks of what you said last night about getting out of  undercover work, being a normal detective, it makes a lot more sense to him now.

“Trust me.” Gibbons says as he puts his hand on the door handle leading to the observation room. “He came off worse.”

Gibbons isn’t kidding. Stanford’s sitting in interrogation room with his left arm in a sling and a broken nose. He can tell from all the shifting and wincing he is doing that at least two of his ribs are broken.

“I wanted to show you what she did to him.” Gibbons tells him crossing his arms over his chest. “To remind you that she can handle herself in the field.”

“Assam.” Ryan says carefully. “I know how tough my wife is. She’s the one who wants to stop, I’m the one supporting that choice.”

“I think that would be a really bad decision.” Gibbons says quietly. “The work she does is excellent, I don’t know what we’ll do without her.”

Ryan’s expression hardens as he looks at the other man in the reflection of the window.

“Then I guess you’ll just have to figure it out.”

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On the darker nights, you get me through

My body pressed against your body, babe, I'm hittin' places that nobody can 

Somethin' 'bout rough hands on a hard-workin' man

And I'm still fantasizin' 'bout what I wanna do to you

Like a thief you stole my heart without a sound

Make the drive if you want me tonight

Now you're sayin' that you wish you would've cleaned up But you know I don't care about that

Wondering when you'll come back home

Girl, I meant what I said When I said, "I do"

Take it off, you want it off'Cause I know what you're feeling It's okay, girl, I feel it too

You were singing in the same key as me

When you're leanin' in and kissin' me And I can't stop kissin' you back

Though time to time my mind may run to you

Slowly steaming up the windows

We got all night, girl, we can take it slowly

Baby, we can slip right out of that barroom door

Can't take my eyes off you, baby

And I remember rainy nights in late September

Let me touch you where you like it

You should be with him, I can't compete

But what he'll never have is the love I have for you

Well, I've been wondering when you'll call my phone

So guide me down the darkest road you ever saw

And when I take you home, don't worry, babe

We'll get tattoos, and we'll trash hotel rooms

Let me show you just how much I want ya

I'm tellin' you to lock the door

Deceive and fuck me

And I found you like a melody

Oh, love it when I tear off your clothes

It hurts like hell to say "I hope you find someone new"

My skin on your skin, again and again

Those tangled up mornings lost in paradise

Hold tight for this ride, We don't need no protection

Sunlight, it's on her skin

Burn it up like neon lights

You're laying on my forearm like heaven sent you

Baby, we can take our own show on the road

And I spent a whole lot of nights missing her

Close your eyes, lay yourself beside me

You're pullin' me closer, your head on my shoulder

Thinkin' 'bout those sunsets that bled into jean jacket nights

And I'll know the day that she heads my way 'Cause her love, it sets me free

Gettin' dirty looks from people at the bar

When we talk about how our future wedding would go

I will leave you broken and in ruins

Am I a fool for running back to you each night?

Here's to the hey I think we need to talk

Knowing you, you'd set the whole damn house on fire

She's somewhere West wearing a cotton dress

Here's to the one that my family thought Was gonna make me drop to one knee

A little dirty dancin'

I know we both know what were doing is wrong But tonight I know you'll end up in my room

I should call it off right where we're standing

I'd be lovin' you as usual, tellin' you you're beautiful

I know the story, baby, I want a confession

Running around like you don't even wanna be you

Give me a half an hour for a shave and a shower And I'll be outside your house

Wondering if this last goodbye is really our last

I can't lie, you're all I see and it's the death of me

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I have an ask for Ryan Caradine 🌼 The prompt is 10. You brush past me in the hallway. Thank you so much.

Companion piece to:

All That Matters - Caradine doesn't expect to see you at the precinct.

First Blush (NSFW) - Caradine can't wait to get his hands on you

Ryan does not expect to come across you during the course of his investigation. As far as he was aware you’re undercover assignment was in Long Beach. They do that on purpose, so you don’t run into anybody from your regular life.

When he sees you in Stanford’s office, dressed in silk blouse and pencil skirt, filing his paperwork, it takes everything in him not to stare. It’s so far removed from the woman he loves, the one who wears ripped jeans and old band shirts that he struggles to reconcile it.

It kills Ryan not to acknowledge you, to feign disinterest in your comings and goings the same way he would if you were any other legal secretary because as a cop it’s not you he’s interested in, it’s your boss.

He lingers by your desk on the way out, his fingertips coming to rest on the polished wood.

“Can I help you Detective?” You ask, tilting your head up towards him.

When your eyes meet it feels like someone has punched the air right out of his chest, because it’s been two months since he’s gotten lost in those eyes, since he’s touched you, loved you.

“No.” He says softly. “No, there’s nothing you can help with.”

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All That Matters: Sergeant Ryan Caradine x Reader (The Rookie)

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Caradine isn’t big on PDA, he never has been. His affection for you is reserved for your more private moments because when he gets his hands on you it always gets a little heated. He’s a passionate man, he can’t help the way he feels when he looks at you.

It’s late and he’s the last one leaving tonight. He does this when you’re on assignment, buries his himself in his work. He doesn’t like to go home to an empty house, lay in a bed that’s otherwise vacant. The home you share lacks warmth when you’re not there, it’s devoid of colour and texture.

It’s at the foot of the stairs that he finally lays eyes on you. You have your duffle bag slung over your shoulder and you’re wearing that battered old military jacket of his, the one you always take with you when you go undercover.

“Something to remind me of you.” You had told him, the first time you had pulled it on.

He would have given you anything in that moment, the damn jacket was a small concession for having you back home safe with him.

It’s been a couple of weeks since he last saw you and he’s missed you with a ferocity he feels in the very depths of his soul. When you tilt your head up towards him, he slows his step, his eyebrows furrowing into a frown.

“Oh Mari.” He whispers, his fingertips chasing over the purple bruising that blossoms across your cheek.

Someone’s hit you, he can see the indentation of the ring imprinted on your skin. It makes something wild raise up inside him, something savage and vengeful. You must see it in his eyes because you clasp his hand to your cheek, your lips brushing over the hollow of his wrist.

“It’s not as bad as it looks.” You reassure him, the left side of your mouth quirking up into a smile. ”Nothing that a night back in my own bed with my husband won’t cure.”

He smiles at that. You’re still as fierce and bloody minded as the day he met you. It had driven him crazy in the beginning, it still drives him a little crazy now. He can’t help but kiss you in that moment, it doesn’t matter that you’re both at work, that there’s a couple of unis shamelessly interested in the Sergeant’s love life.

All that matters is you.

“Come on baby,” He says as he draws away, his voice a little husky. “Let’s get you home and into bed.”

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